"Greetings to Father and Mother."
Mo Chenfeng waved his hand to signal him to sit. "What is this business with Seventeen?"
"Answering Father, someone tampered with Qingmeng's banquet attire; it would tear at the slightest tug. Fortunately, Fifth Floor had also prepared a set of clothes in the exact same color and embroidery style. It seems Seventeen hadn't even realized the clothes had already been swapped." Mo Liujin felt somewhat helpless. Stooping to deal with an idiot felt beneath one's dignity, but Seventeen's objective was far too blatant. Without the late Emperor's protection, his actions were altogether too straightforward.
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